Chapter Seventeen

Mitch

I rush through work like I have a deadline with the goddamn president or something. I figure the sooner I can get out of here, the faster I can get back home to my men. Shit. Men. As in plural. As in my husband, whom I love more than anything and with whom I thought I was going to be in an exclusive relationship as long as he would have me. That’s what I told him that day six years ago when he asked where this thing between us was heading. I just laid it all out there. My heart. My hopes and dreams. Everything. ‘ For as long as you’ll have me, I’m yours, Cal. Always.’ Never in a million years did I think that always could include someone else. And not just anyone else, no.

Ty. My Ty. The boy that I loved and lost, no longer a kid, but a man. A man that I’ve fallen for despite his best efforts to hate me and my best efforts to not go there. But I have. We both have. Cal too. We’ve gone there. And going back isn’t possible. That damn bridge burned to the ground last night when Ty unraveled between us, coming with Cal’s and my name on his lips. While the bridge burned to ashes, I licked our boy clean, his soft, spent cock between my lips, and his essence causing all the synapses in my brain to fucking fry. Squirming beneath me, Ty moaned around Cal’s fingers contentedly, sucking his own cum from my husband’s thick fingers. It was the sexiest goddamn thing ever, Ty’s eyelashes fluttering, his cheeks flushed, his frail chest vibrating with the aftermath of his orgasm.

All day, as one case number after another blows past my vision on the computer screen, it’s all I can think about. Ty’s distinct taste exploding on my tongue, lingering there long after I’d swallowed every drop. His scent, too. So goddamn intoxicating. Sweet and heady. Cal’s tongue in my mouth, sealing this newfound thing between us, while Ty buried his face in my chest hair with an outdrawn sigh. I cried then. Quietly, in the darkness. For the boy I’d lost once. For the end of one life that led to the beginning of something else. Something real. For gratitude that he came back. That my boy has come back to me. To us. While I cried and my vision blurred, the truth, blurry at first, became clear, little by little, to the backdrop of Ty’s soft snores and Cal’s much deeper ones: I’m never letting him go again. Never.

Lana laughs at me when I run out of the office like the floor is about to become lava.

“Hot date?” she winks.

“Yeah,” I breathe, my heart pounding in my throat, the tears threatening to spill again. What the hell is happening to me? “For the rest of my life,” I blurt, and what the hell? Lana just laughs even louder, throwing her long black hair over her shoulder.

“Jeez, whatever Cal puts in those buns of his, it seems to be working,” she winks knowingly. As I nod stupidly, it occurs to me that at some point we’ll have to come out to the world as a…? What’s it called? It’s not a threesome, is it? That’s just a hook-up thing, right? Ty’s not a hookup. “You okay?” Lana tilts her head at me. “You look like your brain is cooking on somethin’.”

“Just…” I shake my head. I am not having this conversation right now.

“Get out of here!” she motions toward the door with a shoo gesture. “You’re already mentally gone anyway,” she smirks. “See ya tomorrow, Mitch,” she smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“See ya, Lana,” I grin goofily as I rush past her, my jacket getting caught in the doorknob on my way out, but even the sound of fabric tearing isn’t enough to make me stop. I’m a man on a mission.

The girl behind the counter at the pharmacy looks at me like I’ve lost my mind when I empty an armful of lube and condoms out in front of her. I’m long past embarrassment, though. Better safe than… blue balls. Cal and I haven’t used condoms in years, but it’s not just the two of us now, is it? And although I have no idea if or when we’ll need them, I’m not taking any chances.

“Will that be all , sir?” She grins obnoxiously, chewing loudly on her bubblegum as she rings in the last bottle of lube.

“Uhm, let me have some Tylenol too,” I say, while she’s bagging up what I now realize must look like either a) a year’s supply of condoms and lube, b) someone prepping for Armageddon, or c) like I’m a man slut.

“Sure. We have a deal of the day on ibuprofen, though. Two for the price of one,” and I swear to fucking God, she sees right through me.

“Two for the price of one?” I croak.

“Yes,” she says, blinking innocently. “Sometimes one is just not enough.” She smiles.

“Okay. Sure, why not?” I shrug.

“The ibuprofen?” she turns, reaching for a shelf behind her, leaning up on the tips of her sneakers.

“Yes. Thanks.”

“You want the Tylenol, too?” she asks over her shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” I blurt. What I want is just to get the hell out of here with my XXL-size bag of lube, condoms, and painkillers and back home to my guys.

“Have a good night, sir,” she coos as she drops the pills into the brown paper bag.

“Thanks. You too,” I mumble, grabbing the bag and clutching it against my chest. I nearly bump into the customer behind me as I race out of the pharmacy, throwing a “Sorry” over my shoulder.

Ty leaps into my arms the minute I walk in the door, squealing Mitchy! loudly—too loudly—into my ear. As I catch him in my arms, the paper bag comes crashing down, pills, lube, and condoms spilling out onto the hardwood floor. “Daddy’s home, Cal!” he calls out over his shoulder before he sucks my Adam’s apple into his wet mouth, and my chest is instantly flooded with warmth. Daddy . Never pictured myself as one—at least not that kind of Daddy—but if the shoe fits. And boy, does it fit.

If I’d thought for one second it would be awkward seeing Ty again, I’m immediately put to shame. He acts like it’s the most natural thing in the world, humming around my Adam’s apple, feasting hungrily on my skin, his strong, skinny legs wrapped around me. I can’t help but laugh into his hair, the scent of orange blossom greeting me, as I grab his ass tighter.

“ Mitchy ?” I murmur into his dark curls.

Ty looks up, his eyes glazed over with want. “It’s your new name.” He smiles endearingly, the smile reaching up to his eyes, setting them aflame. A bonfire of browns and oranges and I just smile back, equally dazed, because I never thought I would get to see Ty smiling with his eyes again. “I missed you,” he breathes, then frowns as he takes in my expression. “What’s wrong?” His soft voice is tinted with an edge of worry.

“Nothin’,” I rasp. “Missed you too, love,” I say, pressing the love against his plush lips.

“Reaaalllyyy?” he wiggles in my arms, any concern instantly vanishing from his voice.

“Of course.” I wink. Smiling even broader, he jumps from my arms, landing on a bottle of lube, and it explodes under his socked feet. He’s wearing lemon-yellow shorts and one of his trademark crop tops, yellow too, with a banana wearing sunglasses on the front. He better not have worn that to work, the little brat.

“Of course not, Daddy!” He laughs. “You’re so silly. I wore this just for you, Mitchy,” he purses his lips in a pout, before he does a twirl, sticking his perky boy butt out. Shit, I said that out loud, didn’t I? My mouth is going all rogue on me, but apparently, I have trouble functioning properly when Ty’s around. “You like?” he says, biting his bottom lip. The best I can come up with is an outdrawn growl, and he positively glows at that. Looking down at the floor, he lifts his right foot, sticky with lube. Looking up, he smirks at me before he yells in the direction of the kitchen, “Cal-Bear, Mitch raided a sex shop on his way home!” I wince because, yes, it does look like I did that. Shit, I hope he doesn’t think that I only want him for sex.

“I just… I thought it was a good idea…” I stumble over my words. “I mean… whenever…” I sigh. “If that’s something you’d want.” Shit. Ty frowns, then grabs me by the neck of my shirt, pulling me in, cooing against my chin, “You did good, Daddy.” Then he chuckles. “I almost turned into the Santa Clarita Ransacker earlier when I couldn’t find any lube,” he blinks innocently.

“The Santa Clarita Ransacker?” I ask, a brow raised.

“Yeah, I don’t need that on my rap sheet too, do I, Mitchy?” he teases. “But I found some. Or the sad remnants of some,” he says, shaking his head sadly.

“What did you need lube for?” I growl.

“Just prepping, you silly man.” He beams, tap-tap-tapping the words against the tip of my nose. Damn, was Ty always this bratty? I can’t recall. He makes a man want to go all caveman style and just manhandle him until he behaves. Shit, what am I talking about? I don’t want Ty to behave. I want him exactly like this.

“Shit, babe,” Cal hums, sliding up next to Ty, grabbing his ass possessively, looking delicious as always. “I thought Ty was kiddin’,” he laughs, looking down at my fuck-fest-to-go on the floor. He smells of rosemary and something sweet, figs perhaps, as he leans in, kissing me deeply.

“Hey babe.” He smiles against my lips. “You good?” His hazel eyes flicker between mine. I just nod, leaning in, stealing another kiss.

“Heyyy,” Ty protests, wiggling in between us. “I want kisses too,” he pouts, scrunching his nose adorably. And how can I ever deny him anything when he looks at me like that? Pulling him against me, I watch as Cal devours Ty, sucking his lips into his mouth and humming around them. It’s the hottest fucking thing ever, my husband kissing Ty like that, all hungry and possessively. Ty looks so frail, yet strong, as he clings to me while kissing Cal. Like he needs us, and we need him too. Panting, he breaks free, turning his face toward me, his moist breath hitting my chin. Then his lips are on mine, a whine smothered between us. Humping me like a damn incubus, Ty rides my thigh, his hardness grinding against me, digging into me.

“Dinner first,” Cal groans as he grabs a panting Ty by his neck, pulling him off me.

“Daddyyy…” Ty complains, humping nothing but the space between us now.

“Nah-ah,” Cal says, his voice going to that deep place that turns me inside out. “Dinner first.” He looks down at the floor, then back up at Ty. “If you’re a good boy and clean up Daddy’s mess, then we’ll fuck you later.” Then he turns around on his heel, heading back toward the kitchen, while a dumbstruck Ty stares after him. Shaking himself, he swallows a moan, then drops to the floor, his ridiculously short shorts riding up when he bends over and starts picking up the packets of pills. My hand flies to my crotch, squeezing my cock behind my dress pants, two seconds away from exploding as Ty’s tight, fleshy globes move in front of me. Sucking in a deep breath, I mumble a “ Good boy ” before trailing after my husband. I need a drink. I need several. Sweet Lord, have mercy on me.